A/N: I'm am so sorry that I haven't updated in so god damn long. My comp was down for the longest time and I finally got up to fixing it one day. Then ofcourse I couldn't write anything for an even longer amount of time. So, I sat down one day and read through Game Over and decided that I was going to write the next chapter before I went to my dad's. So here it is.

Chapter 11

"Pickle"

"Cheese."

"Spoon."

"A giant flying penguin."

"A penguin"

"Sure, I love penguins."

"Popcorn."

"I am a cat."

"You're supposed to guess, not tell."

"Oh, well, a cat"

"Times up"

Hermione announced as the final grains of sand fell through the hourglass. "And not one of you got anything...Dean was close with his guess of penguin however." She checked each card in turn.

Seamus snorted, Harry sniggered, and Dean looked smug.

"It was a duck." Hermione finally announced to the others. Neville, who had been acting out the word couldn't help but snigger at himself and the others. "Yet, still, noone got a point. You people suck at this game."

"Well, its fun." Harry retorted.

"You always guess pickle."

"I know, thats because one day, it'll be correct."

Hermione sighed in defeat and Ron stood to go next. They played this game often nowadays, and made new cards to act out for your team each time. It was a scene that the other Gryffindors had gotten used to and only some joined in. The teams were always the same no matter who was there and who was not. That day Ginny had gone out with someone for the night and therefore left her team (Neville and Seamus) without their best actor.

Nobody ever disturbed the teenagers while they had one of their only breaks from homework, classes, and teachers. Thats why when a voice called out Harry's name everyones faces turned from intrigue, to anger. All heads turned to focus narrowed eyes on the voice's owner. Emediatly their eyes returned to their normal size and their cheeks reddened. Dumbledore however seemed to be in great humour of it all.

"Harry, I'd like to speak with you for a moment." Dumbledore beckoned Harry to follow him and the raven haired boy obeyed without hesitation. The others simply shrugged and decided to carry on a bit without him.

The elderly man lead Harry through the portrait hole and mumbled a farewell and thankyou to the fat lady. Harry noted to himself that one day he had to get her name. Fat lady seemed a bit rude.

"You've done worse."

Harry rolled his eyes and threatened his consience quietly as to not attract attention to himself. Then he realized he had no idea where he was going and why, not to mention he was being left behind in the dust by the long legged man. Harry picked up his pace and came up next to him. He was wearing purple robes with a silver hemming, and as usual his purple wizards hat. Dumbledore trademark.

"Excuse me Professor, but where exactly are we going" Harry finally piped up. "If you don't mind me asking ofcourse." Dumbledore's eyes shone like fireworks at this.

"The nearest teacher's office, I need to confront you about that dream, and I don't think you want to travel too far from your tower to do so." Harry nodded in understanding and they got onto a staircase which started moving as soon as both his feet were sturdy on the first step. He hadn't realized that the nearest teacher's office was so far away and he began to wonder why they didn't do more mischief on their floor. He had to keep that in mind for later...

"Ahhh, here we are." Dumbledore announced finally and he turned the knob to the great oak door. It was unoccupied and Harry had a feeling that Dumbledore had made sure that the Professor (Flitwick by the looks of the chair at his desk) was out when they got there.

"Lemond drop" The Headmaster drew out a bag and Harry mumbled a no while the elder man got comfortable. Finally, with a content sigh he began to explain his theories, or plans for that matter, to Harry.

"Your dream can only mean one thing, Harry. That one thing is so simple that I'm surprised the dream shoved it straight in your face like that, which makes me think that perhaps I am wrong to guess that, they want you in their ranks, and thats the only way they can win. Well, I'm sure there are different ways, but thats the only way that can insure Voldemort's victory."

Harry sat in silence as the Headmaster had done for him countless times.

"This we can use against him, and thats what makes me cautious. I want you to think about different ways you'd be willing to do to turn it against him. Please, do best to have your thoughts collected by the end of the month." And with that Harry was in the corridor going through it in his head. The Headmaster, the Albus Dumbledore was putting one of the most important desisions in the wizarding world in his hands.

And why? Because it had to be Harry that knew most about it, and it had to be Harry that was willing to do it, no hesitations.

"Do or do not, there is no try."

The quote stood out in his mind, and Harry's vision blurred. He fled for the nearest empty classroom and slammed the door behind him with a soft cry of sorrow. A memory of Sirius opened a door that led them flood in one by one, and he felt helpless. For once in his life he was crying for his own pain. He was never depressed, and he wasn't depressed now, but even the happiest people need to shed their tears.

"Don't do that, you'll end up getting seen! Who knows what might happen." Remus grabbed a hold onto Sirius' old garb that hung off his still slightly too thin frame. Hermione looked almost as worried as Remus did.

"Remus is right Sirius. Harry will come in out of the rain soon enough." Hermione added in. Sirius smiled at this and couldn't help but quote Yoda.

"Do or do not, there is no try." And with that he turned around and ran straight into none other than Harry himself. "Damn it, you were supposed to stay out there so I could go on a jedi adventure.

"Beware, Sirius. Anger leads to the dark side." Ron laughed, and the five continued to go back and forth with StarWars quotes.

Harry sank to the floor and put his head inbetween his knees, and cried.

Hogsmeade weekends were always filled with dates, mischief, laughter, and anger. This weekend was perfect for it. The day before the holidays all the dates were out for a last little get together before the parted ways for the break. From groups of girls chatting together and buying new winter clothes, to the guys joking around and doing their last minute shopping. The snow fell softly, and the sun slightly through the snow clouds which brought gently falling snow.

It was perfect for the twos first public date. The two had gone out several times in Hogwarts together, and most of the time it just consisted of sitting in the room of requirement chatting up a storm. They talked about views on things and told stories of things that had happened in their lives that the other had been completely oblivious to. Draco was perfectly aware of Harry's love for pickles and Harry knew that Draco had a masculine side to him that softens to a slightly feminime tone whenever they were around eachother.

Draco stood waiting in Honeydukes, browsing the various candies. He wore a thick black cloak over casual muggle atire. Usually his father disaproved of such dress, but the younger Malfoy liked the style, and therefore snuck some of his own savings out with him and went shopping with Pancy a few times.

"You'd think they'd get something new." Draco shook his head and continued his search, and finally he spotted him. The jet black hair and emerald green eyes standing out in contrast to the red head and his light haired girlfriend.

Harry waited until he departed from the two for his sneak attack. Like a ninja he krept up behind the impatient Potter and came up right next to his ear.

"Boo." He said simply. Harry jumped, and he swore he felt his skin depart from him for awhile.

"Holy pickle" He hollered out. Draco laughed good naturedly and gave his boyfriend a hug before the two left holding hands to meander about the mostly empty streets. It was around lunch time, so most were out at the Three Broomsticks.

"Where do you wanna get heading first" Harry asked after awhile of them chatting. Today it was mostly Harry though, and he was used to the blonde's quite phases. He squeezed his boyfriends hand, and the squeeze was returned.

"I dunno, as long as its not too crowded. I don't really like highly populated places." Draco returned. Harry's eyebrows arched and Draco returned the look.

"Meals must suck in the Great Hall." Harry muttered, he had discomforts too, but to be uncomfortable around people, he could barely imagine it. Draco simply nodded though and didn't talk much about it. Harry made a mental note to ask him more about it later. Draco seemed to know that the conversation had come to a close because he rested his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry became extremely glad that only the wiser people of Hogsmeade were out. They were the ones who went to lunch earlier before the crowds got there.

Snow continued to drift down and rest in the two's hair. The white contrasting with the blonde's platinum hair beautifully, and sticking out against Harry's raven black.

"I know a really good place, its not really our scene, but its neat. It shouldn't be too busy." Draco suggested, but Harry shook his head with a sudden realization.

"I know a better place. Its not a restaurant, a shop or anything. Noone really knows its there, except maybe Dumbledore, Remus, Ron, Hermione, and myself." Harry perked with triumph. He suddenly veared off the road and went to the outskirts of Hogsmeade, catching Draco off guard completely. Harry couldn't help but snigger, and Draco socked him a soft one in the should for it.

"Here" Harry held out an unnessasary hand that Draco did not take due to pride. It was something it would take him awhile to get over before they could get as close as possible.

"Its not much at all, but" Harry cut himself off and swallowed bitterly. "It's quite cozy." Harry came up to the top of the rock hill and beelined for a crevase in the rock. Draco followed hesitantly, not missing the break in Harry's voice, but not mentioning it. He'd have to find out when Harry was feeling extremely open, most likely when he was bored, he always talked more when he was bored.

Harry beckoned Draco to follow him through the crack and the came out in a large cave. It looked as if someone had lived here once. They had somehow gotten a couch inside, probably conjured it up once they decided they'd be staying there. There was also a little rug on the floor and papers were stacked up in the corner. Whoever lived here obviously liked to stay up to date with things.

Thats when it hit Draco. Harry had told him a lot about Sirius Black, including that the reason he cared about him was because Sirius wasn't the murderer, it was Peter Pettigrew, and not to mention Sirius was Harry's godfather. Draco completely understood from there on, and Harry had told him many stories of Sirius and always ended up taking a long trip down memory lane and Draco soon would join in.

Thats why the place looked so familiar to Draco. Harry had told him many stories of his visits with Sirius and how they went, and that Sirius would go out as Snuffles to retreive papers and read them, just to stay up to date with what was happening around him without getting caught.

"I know you know what this is, and you're probably wondering how its still clean and not chewed up by rats." Harry flopped down on the sofa and Draco was surprised that it looked comfortable and soft. Like it would just swallow you up once you layed down on it, so Draco sat down on it, leaning against Harry's strong Quidditch built body.

"I come in here still and maintain it, I'm not sure why. I just don't have the heart to let it all go." Harry sighed and stroked back Draco's hair. Whenever Harry felt down he would always feel better if he got to comfort Draco. Draco was never sure how it worked, but Harry was odd like that. After stroking Draco's hair back for awhile and rubbing his back he would always smile and perk up again.

Thats why Draco sat there in silence while Harry played with his hair and rubbed the blonde's shoulders. He waited until Harry was finished to start up another conversation and he made sure it wasn't an uncomfortable one.

"I'm surprised theres no pickles."

"I'm sorry you feel so bitter about them, but they are my only one true love. You must come to terms that you can never replace them." Harry replied in mock drama. Draco smiled and immediatly began to play along with it.

"I know, but, its just so hard." And Draco burst into fake tears. Harry patted Draco's head and gave him a caressing kiss. Draco blushed and leaned back on the couch. A faint sound came from somewhere outside, but it just sounded like a dog snuffling in the underbrush for some food.

And thats when everything went black.